I wonder if, in all of history, our existence
will be compared to the flow in a tiny river?
chasing our dreams, driven to the next day, even if we love someone,
and are loved in return, deep in our hearts,
in the very back, we're looking for an answer.

so innocent, I put you on the little swing,
and we competed to see who could go higher.
begging for love while I begged for forgiveness
just mustering up my feelings and giving you a little kiss.

we had nowhere to go, so we didn't go anywhere!
Just the two of us, in that foggy morning park.
fireworks out of season, look, aren't they pretty.
so come on, don't cry don't cry, dry your tears.

god tranforms into mute flowers, and he blooms
in the hearts of those beaten down souls
will he keep encouraging them?
Please don't go on me, stay by my side,
touching me, always holding onto me
because in just a bit the sun will take you away with it.